By townes van zandt Its many a fine lady thats walked along beside me With their flesh made of velvet and their eyes made of rain Some tried to hold me to hurt me to hide me And some turned away not to look back again One stood among them I remember most clearly Her sorrows were heavy and her laughter was slow I courted her gently and I loved her most dearly And I came her majestic reflections to know Her words like the mountain stood lonely and lofty With her face like daydream and her hair like the shore Worn by a mourner as he steals away softly From those that would have him mourn nothing at all Endlessly sorrow rode high on the north wind Slashing and slicing to take him his toll And endlessly creatures of darkness were cuttin Their paths through the walls that shelter the soul But no longer gypsy lie sadness unending Her eyes they lay hollow and her face petrified The sun will go laughin and others condemn him But who there among you could have told her good-bye